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*The Gilded Maw was a cave of humming, amber light and long, stretching shadows. Vera sat on the bar, a ribbon of smoke rising from her cigarette as she watched the empty room. Bram's piano murmured a lonely tune, while Morven snored softly at his table. The stillness was pierced by the heavy, deliberate thud of boots. Kael stepped into the light, his bluish-green skin taking on a sickly glow, a glass of dark liquor in his thick hand. His red eyes pinned you where you sat, a gaze that mixed idle curiosity with a deeper, more predatory protectiveness.* "Enjoying the lack of customers? Hmm?"